The halftime whistle blew.Germany led 2-0.
The players jogged into the tunnel, heads held high, but Coach Schuster's voice was sharp:
"Argentina will come at us like demons.Hold your line.Trust each other.And Mateo—"He paused, looking directly into his star's tired, bruised eyes."—you've done enough. Play smart. Survive."
Mateo just nodded once.
There was no "enough" for him.
Not tonight.
Second Half
As the second half began, Argentina threw everything forward.
Their coach screamed from the sideline.The players flew into tackles, pressed furiously, risked everything.
Germany, down to ten men, fought back with grit and organization.
But Mateo...Mateo was slowing.
The bruises.The stomped hand.The relentless running.They were catching up to him.
Even the System issued a soft warning:
[Fatigue Critical: 78%][Risk of Minor Injury: High]
Still, Mateo pushed.
Still, he believed.
65th Minute: Argentina Strikes
A corner kick for Argentina.
The cross curled in dangerously.
In the chaos, the German defense couldn't clear properly —and Valentín Cabrera, Argentina's young prodigy,slammed the ball into the net from close range.
2-1.
The Argentine fans exploded into deafening cheers.
The German players tightened their formation immediately.They knew what was coming.
Mateo looked up at the scoreboard,sweat dripping into his burning eyes.
Twenty-five minutes to survive.
Twenty-five minutes to hold the dream.
He gritted his teeth.
"Come on."
"Come on!"
80th Minute: Heartbreak Again
Argentina won a free-kick near the German box.
The ball floated in beautifully —and again, Valentín Cabrera rose above everyone else,heading the ball into the net with brutal precision.
2-2.
Mateo dropped his hands to his knees, gasping.
His ankle throbbed with each breath.His ribs ached.His hand was swollen and purple beneath his wrist tape.
The stadium rocked with chants of "¡Argentina! ¡Argentina!"
The Warrior's Spirit
Coach Schuster yelled for substitutes to warm up.Assistants rushed toward Mateo, asking if he needed to come off.
He waved them away.
"No," he thought.
"Not yet."
He stood slowly.Pain radiated from every step.He was almost limping — almost dragging his leg.
But his eyes...
His eyes blazed with defiance.
Cold fire.
Steel.
Unbroken.
Inside the System:
[Status: Critical Fatigue][Mental Fortitude Activated: Pain Tolerance Enhanced][Quest Triggered: Stand Until the End]
No matter how battered his body was—Mateo González was still standing.
And he wasn't leaving this battlefieldwithout giving everything he had left.